“You want to see something great?” I asked my husband two weeks ago.
Remember, “The Band.”
“Well, I have the documentary, “The Last Waltz,” which was the last concert of the original The Band members. The music alone will floor you.”
So we sat in our livingroom and listened to the vibrant, creative music and chatted about the personalities of group members that have been called by some, the American Beatles.
Some of my favorite clips from the documentary was watching Levon Helm appear one with his drums, his head to the side, his neck muscle taunt as he sang. And once in a while, his fleeting sensual smile.
Levon Helm died Thursday, from cancer, something he fought gallantly for years.
I’m a thinkin’ there is some kind of jam session of some blues, folk and rock going on above the clouds right now and if you really listen you might hear Helm’s twang being carried by the wind.
My sister said today to me: “You know, Judy, The Band for me is your Cream.” Both bands were inducted in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in the early 1990s. Rock rules ‚Äî sometimes sadly, especially on a day when one of its legends is no more.